Islands Of Adventure Memories
There was a bit of a line up at Subway today so my mind had time to wander. I found myself thinking about Universal Studios’ Islands Of Adventure in Orlando…
We had picked up some front-of-the-line passes care of my quick reflexes, trivial knowledge, and some dumb luck so we headed straight for the Hulk coaster. There was a misting station outside that cooled us off and then we went through the labyrinth of queuing, most of which was pretty empty. I had already taken to laughing maniacally at all the queuing we bypassed or ran through on the trip, enjoying the fruits of September travel. They were playing clips of the cartoon on monitors; Jon probably would have gotten a kick out of it. The ride itself was pretty fierce, well worthy of a repeat.
The Spiderman ride didn’t work so well for me with the 3-D glasses so I think Mindi enjoyed that ride more than I did. There were comic book characters about, getting their pictures taken and such and I even commented at the time on how much Jon would enjoy it.
Doctor Doom’s was a themed Hellevator, nothing noteworthy really except for their unique loading system.
The Jurassic Park ride in Orlando didn’t get us nearly as wet as the one in California despite it being a near perfect copy.
Bluto’s Barge more than made up for it though, soaking us so thoroughly that a dry spot couldn’t be found even in the deepest reaches of my wallet – thankfully I had planned for that so it wasn’t a concern.
The other log ride, Dudley Do-Right’s, had a very claustrophobic queuing area and was somewhat busy when we got to it so it wasn’t really worth it in the long run despite some cute theming. It simply couldn’t compare to Bluto’s Barge.
The Dueling Dragons was pretty awesome despite our first aid issue which I have previous documented in great detail in this very blog.
I even enjoyed snapping pictures of the Dr Seuss area for Mindi’s mom.
The theming on the food stands was decent but the food itself unremarkable as I recall.
It occurs to me I never blogged about this particular experience before. When we came back from vacation we were staring a garbage strike and a writer’s strike in the face.
